No Bapp

Ain't no weed rolled up out there

It's some weed on the table, roll that shit up

I ain't trying to talk you niggas know that

Niggas trapping it's 'twenty-two we had bales way before that

Niggas bitches got our self lit off the ground but we can't show that

He got back doored by his bitch the street been asking wea his hoe at

Hit your block with all these buttons we trying to see what shoot the fastest

Unk done had a hundred cars I loved the Lexus but he crashed it

E be hating when the load come he ion like we gotta bag it

Only reason I went to school cause my custo's was in my classes

Road running with my niggas get them P's wrapped up in plastic